Luo Binghe exhales harshly. He has been serviced by expert courtesans, succubi, women with a thousand former lovers—yet Shen Yuan's clumsy efforts are by far the most arousing. Just knowing that Shen Yuan is on his knees, doing this just to bring Luo Binghe pleasure—he curls in on himself, his thumb now pressing hard against Shen Yuan's jawbone. He wants to sit back coolly like he's accustomed to, and say something like You do well to serve your Emperor—Shen Yuan seems to like it when he is imperious—but he can't pull himself together. Instead he gasps, "I—I won't last long."